RouteNote is now the home for my music catalogue! 🥳
Celebrating in the 140 BPM dance party in my head.
Do you remember those “chi chi chi chia!” Chia Pet TV ads? With the hair blossoming out of a clay figurine? Mine was probably the alligator. Proudly purchased at Walgreens. 😉 Seen here: the Chia Pet kitten my heart missed out on.
Growing my music catalogue the length of here into deep space like a Chia Pet on adrenaline has been a lifelong goal I was unable to act on. Piano cover songs, dance, film scores, and whatever the future may hold, it’s a lot. I needed people willing to provide attention for much of it that I wouldn’t get elsewhere.
All of my CinematNIC Music and Lucky Pineapple Films, and select releases as Animationsaurus!, are now at home in comfy slippers on RouteNote.
Luckily, Spider-Man showed up in my window and came to my rescue. All right, RouteNote did. A UK based music distributor out in Cornwall, everything is now moved over, ready to rumble. You won’t find any swanky Dr. Evil lairs and slick looking henchmen, nor sharks with laser beams on their heads beneath living rooms. That’s OK. I needed people who get stuff done, who have business savvy with expected human manners. A good music distributor is lock and leave: you upload, get it accepted, voila, you’re in stores. Your focus is back on making the work.
Is RouteNote cool? Uncool? Shhh! It’s both, or neither. You are whoever you want to be. You can be that trendsetter on TikTok, or you can be like me, leaving your music up to the everyday people playing tastemakers of TikTok to tinker with. You can appear in a bikini, or a wool turtleneck sweater covering everything but your eyes. No one forces you to be anyone you feel uncomfortable being.
This is a unique selling point in 2026, where you’ll find many open to all and invite only music distributors want that person who is a social media star over working musician, or want a narrowed down choice of PR images. Some DIY music distributors refuse to take on piano and/or classical music, not caring that the genre brings in income, because it won’t fit the image they want to sell.
RouteNote isn’t going to care if one day I use a pink wig for a fast food run, or that I eat fast food, because good heavens, of course said in a 1950’s tone, how dare a lady eat food with calories? That I told a dad joke falling flat over breakfast with friends when I’m female and have no children, so why am I telling goofy dad jokes? I can ask someone out without that person being picture perfect for a staged PR campaign trailed by Backgrid, as I pretend I don’t notice the photographers I made follow me around West Hollywood. That I live and am a whole person away from work. That my work has freedom to be wonky, incredibly beautiful, honest to who I was as a youth, a new adult person overnight, or whatever direction I pull it. That in one day I can release a 19th century romantic era piano piece out of a Central European royal listening session and a dance instrumental blasted on speakers at spinning classes near you.
The beauty of music is things work best when people aren’t told what to do. Ironically, that is what everyone does now: try to earn a quick buck telling musicians what to do and limiting them from moving forward. When the lab rat cage breaks free, soon you’re out of the room, then the building. The sky becomes the limit. You rise and rise until you go to outer space. And that is where I shall be with more and more music releases. “Aim for the moon, and you rank amongst the stars,” as a poster at my school used to say. 🌙🚀⭐ You and I, all of us, the secret people don’t want you to know is this:
We are all destined to be stars.
Find yourself a company that welcomes everyone, not only a select handful of those they choose, to be stars. For me, RouteNote is that company.